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Authors: Melissande

PLAY ME

Contents

The Game continues...

PLAY ME

Readers Are Talking

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

To Be Continued...

About Melissande

The Game continues...

DANI MARTIN AND THE GORGEOUS, wealthy man she knows simply as Sam first showed you how they play The Game in
DARE YOU
. The rules of The Game are simple: any fantasy is fair game, and they take turns with their dares to each other. The Game only ends when one of them backs down—and neither has so far been willing to cry uncle in this delicious pursuit of no-holds-barred pleasure.

But now Sam finds himself wanting more of Dani than just scorching hot sex, while the last thing adventurous Dani wants to risk is a relationship outside of pure, unadulterated hedonism. As the two of them vie to control what their future holds, the sex just gets hotter…

And as always…Game on.

Warning: explicit sex including multiple partners, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, anal play and male/male

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Readers Are Talking

NIGHT PLAY
 

A HOT, THRILLING, and enticing introduction to Sam and Dani. I can't wait to read more of their adventures together. I love the premise of this story, and the characters shine. An excellent read.
AllromanceEbooks
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5 of 5 Stars
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Very very very hot!
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DARE YOU

After reading "Night Play," I had to know how it would play out between Sam and Dani. I must say, I was not disappointed. The dynamic between them was delicious, and I was pleasantly surprised by how far they were both willing to go to please one another. A titillating read that left me wanting more.
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5 of 5 stars
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Very well written for a short story. I loved the intensity of it. I can't wait for something else from this author, I hope it's real soon. Thumbs up for Melissande.
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Chapter One

DANI MARTIN COULDN'T HAVE BEEN more surprised when she opened the door.

"Sam—Luke," she amended. He'd signed his last note with the new name—his real one? "You don't look like a Luke."
 

She didn't know, and she didn't want to. The Game was purely about sex, and mystery only lent allure.

"Then I won't be," he said, shoving away from his lazy lean against her doorframe. He moved on past her and walked inside.

No.
Prowled
. He prowled…like a muscled, lean panther.

And made her feel very much like his prey. "How did you get up here, past my doorman?"

A half-turn. A negligent arch of one eyebrow. "I have my ways." His intense blue eyes raked her as one corner of his mouth curved. "I get what I want."

A delicious little lick of thrill. But she played it equally cool. "Oh, do you?" Her gaze dropped to his groin. "Not always." Her gaze rose to his, their eyes locking as she remembered watching his big, gorgeous dick sliding between another man's lips at her dare.

Despite his initial refusal.

She shivered. Watching his long fingers wrapped around his cock, presenting it to one of their playmates…putting the big, purpled head inside the other man's mouth, his clenched jaw at odds with how his eyes had closed and his breath escaped in what almost sounded like a sigh…

A casual shrug from him, along with a slow, wicked smile. "I get my way more often than not."

She inhaled and bit her lower lip, liking the sight of his eyes going dark as he noticed. For a second, she could nearly slide into the dream of that night, of a third man thrusting in and out of her pussy in counterpoint to Sam's cock stroking into her ass on her maiden voyage into anal play.

God
.

Sam smiled, and she realized she'd said it out loud, nearly like a prayer.

He took a step toward her.

A deep, visceral fear rose, and she took a step away. He got to her, too much so.

And this was only a game. A contest of dares, of challenges to be met, each alternating turns until one of them faltered. Then The Game would be over. They'd be done with each other. Time to move on.

Dani swallowed. Sam—
Luke
—no, damn it, Sam. He'd introduced himself to her as Sam when they first began to play, and Sam he would be until they were done.

By whatever name, he would be a tough one to forget.

But she would do it.
 

Then she realized he was still watching her. Measuring her. Sizing her up. His mouth curved. "You're scared."

"Of course I'm not. How absurd." With an inelegant snort, she turned away.

He captured her elbow.

"You are," he marveled. "The question is what, exactly, unnerves you." His eyes narrowed. "Sexually you're fearless. You will get down and dirty with anyone anytime, best I can tell."

The crotch of her yoga pants grew wet, as she thought of the men she'd fucked in answer to his challenge.
 

"So?"

"Let's see…there was Dax the bartender you screwed behind my back in the storeroom…"

"And you didn't get to watch as you'd planned," she smirked. "Still upset about that?"

He didn't respond. "There were the two strangers on the street, one taking you from behind while you sucked his friend's dick and strangers watched from across the street…"

And you watched
, she thought.
Then I dared you to put your cock inside me, to be bathed in their juices while they watched and jacked off
. "And?"

"Jean Paul says hi," he told her, smiling.
 

The Frenchman who'd been so amazing at eating her pussy…then sucking Sam's dick.
 

"I can't call you Luke," she interrupted.

"Call me whatever you damn well please," he said, once again stalking her like prey.

She backed away at the dangerous glint in his gaze. The back of her thighs hit the sofa.

He gave her a gentle push, and she fell, her back landing on the soft sofa, her hips still over the arm.

He gripped the waistband of her pants and skinned them down before she could react.

"Jean Paul reminded me that he had the last taste of you. We can't have that."

In an instant, he was on his knees before her, parting her thighs, his hot mouth on her pussy.

God
. She gasped. Felt the orgasm rising already.

Damn him. She rocked her hips, shoved her pussy at his mouth. Rode his face as he lapped at her, nipped at her clitoris, then soothed the heated flesh with his tongue.

She wouldn't even try resisting. Of all the lovers she'd ever had, only Sam never got stale. Never ceased to surprise her. Challenge her.

And she wasn't stupid. She would take this orgasm, and she would ride it. Seize it and milk it for all it was worth.

His thumb thrust into her pussy, hitting her g-spot with his unerring knack—

She shivered with pleasure. "You make me crazy."

He lifted his head long enough to draw her attention to the glistening of her juices on his lips.

"Deal with it, babe." With a grin, he was on her again.

And she was coming and coming and coming in the waves of bliss Sam never failed to stir.

Before she could gather her wits, he was on his feet, his fly only half-undone in his haste to get to her.

He shoved inside, and they both moaned.

Their eyes met.

"I'll get tired of you soon," she warned.

"No, you won't," he grinned. Pulled out and waited.

While her pussy ached for him.

She levered up and reached to bring him back.

"Want some of this?" He stepped away, his smile wide and wicked and playful. "Come and get it, babe."

She went very still to outfox him.

He paused, dick in hand. Shrugged. "Okay, then. Guess the boys and I will have to play out this hand without you." He began to stroke his shaft from plump head to root.

The glistening, ruddy mushroom head drew her gaze like a magnet. As she watched, his already impressive cock lengthened, thickened.

She rose. Strolled, bare-assed, around the back of the sofa, then turned to face him. "Seems to me that you've forgotten something, Slick."

One eyebrow rose, but he didn't stop stroking himself. Cupping his testicles in one big hand.

Damn it. He was killing her. It would be criminal to waste that body on making love to himself.

Unless… Hmmm…

"It's my turn—you don't remember that? My dare. I let you have my ass last time. And you didn't even ask, you just did it."

"Your mouth was full."

She wasn't going to laugh. Smart ass. But three men had indeed been inside her.

"You liked it." His eyes grew impossibly dark. "Loved it, babe. The feel of Carlos inside your pussy rubbing against my cock in your ass…"

She wanted to disagree, to tell him that he was too big and it had hurt too much.

But she'd be lying. He was big, and she'd always thought it would hurt, but…

As she remembered, a little moan escaped.

And his cock, if possible, got even stiffer in his hand.

"Yeah," he growled. "It felt amazing to me, too. Get over here," he growled.

She nearly went to him, as hot as he was to experience the pleasure.

"My. Turn." She resisted long enough to remind him.

He closed his eyes. "Damn you, Dani. The Game isn't everything."

For a second their gazes locked, and a shiver ran through her at the thought of there being more.
 

She closed her eyes, trying to remind herself that this was just sex. That they were strangers. That this was only fun, an exercise in wicked indulgence, pushing themselves, pushing each other to see what the limits were.

A lump rose in her throat, and she was half-sick with fear that she would forget the ground rules. Make this into more than it could be.

"Come with me," she said, crooking her finger but not meeting his gaze as she padded toward her bedroom.

Wondering if he would leave or follow.

Night had fallen. The drapes concealing her wide balcony were open. She opened her French doors wide, and the city spilled at her feet. Buildings around her watched like greedy eyes.

And she was well aware that greedy eyes could be observing from any of them.

Movement shifted her gaze to the mirrored wall beside her luxurious, wide bed.

He'd followed her. Her eyes closed in relief.

His jeans were buttoned back up.

But she knew her way around a fly.

She stood in front of the balcony, still bare below the waist, her braless nipples stiff in the cool night breeze.

"Jack off," she ordered.

His gaze flicked to the open doors, the windows nearby.

To his reflection in the mirrors.

"You bared me to the world in front of my office windows," she reminded him. "In broad daylight."

"What's good for the goose, huh?"

"It's dark. Maybe no one's looking."

"You'd be disappointed if that were the case." He shook his head in tender amusement. "I'm not the one who likes to expose myself to the world," he reminded her.

"Those two guys watched us. Your friends did, too."

"I was so hot for you I never even saw those two. And my friends, well…"

"It wasn't the first time," she concluded. "You've shared women with them before, haven't you?" She ground her teeth together, hating the idea.

Which was stupid. They didn't own each other. Their only commitment was to The Game.

"Not like that, Dani. We've each had women while we were together in the past, but…"

A growl of displeasure surprised her when it erupted from her throat.
 

He looked just as surprised.

And too damn pleased.

"I don't want other women around when we play."

"Oh? A little greedy, are we? Want all the dicks to yourself?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She strolled over to him. "We have better things to talk about. My turn, remember? Open your pants."

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